Flight of the Conchords offers Parenting Tips 29/Jan/2009

Some parents need help. As the old saying goes, “There is no manual.”

No, but there are videos.

Flight of the Conchords is a great example, as the fourth largest parody folk band in New Zealand, on teachable moments through the magic of You Tube.

*In this video, we learn that being pretty isn’t a full time job, only a part time job, thus enforcing the “BE COOL STAY IN SCHOOL” philosophy.

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Moms of Sons 27/Jan/2009

Having a daughter was wonderful. She was soft and tiny and petite. She naturally gravitated to dolls and princesses and PINK PINK PINK. She wasn’t a real climber. She was social from the beginning.  We never encouraged the stereo-type girl behavior, she just.. was a girl. It was familiar to me. I saw myself in her. She was.. a girl.

Having a son changed my life.

A son is nothing like how a mom remembers her own childhood. Childhood is TALL and LOUD and SMASH SMASH SMASH. The living room is for climbing and the candles are for stacking and the pans are for... Read more

Four Generations of Working Mothers 25/Jan/2009

It hit me the other day that I am the fourth generation of working moms in my family, on both sides. While many young families are learning the ropes of having two working parents for the first time without a reference in their own lives, I have the luxury of knowing it’s been done since my Great Grandmother Kingery. I don’t know how she did it, but I know she worked hard her whole life, lived independently for years, and the legend lives on that she walked the hills in Colorado until she died at 103.

I have a lot to live up to.

My Grandmother Betty, on my... Read more

Historic 20/Jan/2009

I’m pleased to see us, as a country, moving forward. It’s healthy. It’s refreshing. It’s time.

I wish I could get myself to do the same. Instead, I remain a 12 year old boy at heart:

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Respectfully, Mr. Bush, you are a funny funny man. I’ll miss the Saturday Night Live and Daily Show skits.

I just hope we don’t take ourselves too seriously now.  As they say, laughter is the best medicine… or... Read more

Insecurities 19/Jan/2009

Most of the time, I walk around feeling confident, tired, irritated, strong. All these emotions cover my thirty-three year old self. I’m a mother, a wife, and a million other roles, almost all at the same time. Insecurity isn’t something I have time for most days.

Sometimes, though, it seeks me out. It finds me when I least expect it. And it brings me to my knees.

I can recall very insecure times in my life. These times are something I don’t dwell on, don’t want to relive. It’s part (or all) of why I left facebook. There are relationships... Read more

Faces of our past, present and future 15/Jan/2009

I distinctly remember my mom once talking to a friend on the phone and laughing animatedly while yelling, “I look like my mother!” I remember her saying one day she looked in the mirror and she was Grandma. That was it. She just turned in to Grandma one day and never saw it coming.

It scared the shit out of me.

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Come out come out wherever you are 12/Jan/2009

It’s national (Inter-national?) delurking day. All official and stuff. Aimme forwarded the official email from rude cactus and it was signed in to law through congress. Or something.

So, hiya. I know I use my google reader as a crutch ENTIRELY too much. I’m sorry. It’s mostly in a vain attempt to pretend like I’m organized.

Or something.

So let me know you’re out there. I’ll be sure to say a Holla back.

If... Read more

History Repeats Itself Part 4 10/Jan/2009

I’m starting with part IV of a series. Think of it like Star Wars. I’ll be bringing you up to speed in installments. Trust me, it’s better this way.

The story of my daughter’s birth week is one I don’t often try to remember. It’s full of painful memories I feel are best kept locked away. I hate not being able to say her birth was The Moment I loved her. It’s hard to explain the circumstances surrounding that first week that landed me in the ER 12 hours a day, two days in a row, until finally being re-admitted for a three day stay.... Read more

Memories 08/Jan/2009

Some memories can change: They are as fluid as their outcome and depend heavily on it. They can sway to the right or left with the brush of feather, a second of change, one tiny instant of uncertainty.

Thankfully for us, our memory is a good one.

Looking back through some old photos of the children, I came across some of Buddy’s days in the Nicu.  Buddy (formerly Baby O, see notes) was born nearly a month early. This isn’t extreme by any standard and he was strong and... Read more

Looks like I’m in for a very lare arse kicking. And I’m enjoying it. 06/Jan/2009

Hiya, so, it appears I’ve been placed with some freaking AMAZING PEOPLE in the 2008 Weblog Award Finalist this year. Which, really, is so very very much an honor.

I also very very much have zero chance to do anything but come in last, but that’s ok. Last isn’t last, right? It’s tenth! Tenth out of all those nominations! And behind wonderful friends like Amy and a magazine I write for Blissfully Domestic so I’m not hurt that I’m last in a race of perfection.

But I... Read more